The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A beached, rusted hulk of a cargo ship sprawls out on a sun-scorched beach, its hull breached, with crates of Ethereum mining rigs spilling out, tangled in fishing nets and seaweed. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of saltwater, rust, and something acidic, like battery acid... seagulls fly overhead, their bodies morphing into bioluminescent, iridescent things as they glide through a crude ASCII art depiction of a "HODL" slogan, somehow etched into the sky itself. The ship's hull is somehow slowly reforming into a twisted sculpture of a bull, as waves crash against it.